A highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically knocked down by a bus and was killed. Her soul arrived at the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter welcomed her.

"Before you get settled in" he said, "We have a little problem...you see,
we're never had a Human Resources Manager make it this far before and
we're not really sure what to do with you."

"Oh, I see," said the woman, "Can't you just let me in?" "Well, I'd like
to," said St Peter, "But I have higher orders. We're instructed to let
you have a day in hell and a day in heaven, and then you are to choose where you'd like to go for all eternity."

"Actually, I think I'd prefer heaven", said the woman.

"Sorry, we have rules..." at which St. Peter put the HR Manager into The
downward bound elevator. As the doors opened in hell she stepped out onto a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club; around her were many friends... past fellow executives, all smartly dressed, happy, and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks, and they talked about old times. They played a perfect round of golf and afterwards went to the country club where she enjoyed a superb steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil (who was actually rather nice) and she had a wonderful night telling jokes and dancing. Before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everyone shook her hand and waved goodbye as she stepped into the elevator. The elevator went back up to heaven where St. Peter was waiting for her.

"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said.

So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds, playing the harp and singing... which was almost as enjoyable as her day in hell.

At the day's end St. Peter returned.

"So," he said, "You've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in
heaven".

"You must choose between the two." The woman thought for a second and replied,

"Well, heaven is certainly lovely, but I actually had a better time in
hell". "I choose hell."

Accordingly, St. Peter took her to the elevator again and she went back
down to hell.

When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a
desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends
dressed in rags, picking up rubbish and putting it in old sacks. The Devil
approached and put his arm around her.

"I don't understand," stuttered the HR Manager, "Yesterday I was here,
and there was a golf course, and a country club. We ate lobster, and
we danced and had a wonderful happy time. Now all there is, is just a
dirty wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."

Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you and I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too...
So I wait for the day and the courage to say how much I love you

Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for
a Belgian beer, then travelling home, grabbing an Indian curry or
a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch
American shows on a Japanese TV.

And the most British thing of all? Suspicion of anything foreign.

Oh and......

-Only in Britain... can a pizza get to your house faster than an
ambulance.

-Only in Britain... do supermarkets make sick people walk all the
way to the back of the shop to get their prescriptions while
healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.

-Only in Britain... do people order double cheeseburgers, large
fries and a DIET coke.

-Only in Britain... do banks leave both doors open and chain the
pens to the counters.

-Only in Britain... do we leave cars worth thousands of pounds on
the drive and lock our junk and cheap lawn mower in the garage.

-Only in Britain... do we use answering machines to screen calls
and then have call waiting so we won't miss a call from someone we
didn't want to talk to in the first place.

-Only in Britain... are there disabled parking places in front of
a skating rink.

This will drive you nuts!! Have fun!
The object of the game is to move the red block around
without getting hit by the blue blocks or touching the black walls.
If you can go longer than 18 seconds you are phenomenal. It's been
said that the US Air Force uses this for fighter pilots. They are
expected to go for at least 2 minutes.

18.125 seconds was my best. I really doubt the US airforce pilots can keep that up for 2mins (especially with their accuracy when firing missiles) I think there is a similar exercise during apptitude testing for airlines but its slightly different. Its to test for reaction rate but really doesnt define anything flying related really.

Remember how the runway lights looked one night long ago when you were lost and found your way, and how-you still dont know?

Bel Bel wrote:i have done it a few times and best i could get was 4.7 but i would have written off about 30 planes to get there so I think i'll stick to my desk job - I can navigate a pen just fine LOL

lmao!!!!! Nah, those tests are silly really and dont define someones ability to fly a plane.. now if they made you fly a plane, constantly look for traffic, monitor instrumentation and keep focused on navigation and the RT, with making quick decisions and mathematical calculations, then you'll definitely find out if you're pilot material.

Remember how the runway lights looked one night long ago when you were lost and found your way, and how-you still dont know?